Black Rock Playa

Burning Man without the other 79,998 people expected this year.

 

I've come to think of Nevada's claim to fame as the astounding expanses that're constantly changing with the light. We spent three days watching.

The pentangle in the lower left is the area wherein Burning Man occurs. 

Stories abound about the "Boogie" (pronounced boo-jee) who fly into Gerlach International, the airport built each year on the playa, to enable their ease of access. One was told of how they vacuum up the dance area and collect the myriad baubles that were dropped, fell off or otherwise lost in the frenzy of pheromones and other mind-altering substances.

We camped on a bluff. The image above is of the view southward...toward Gerlach.

The hills across the way (above), to the east, provided an ever-changing scene that was far better than anything on CineMax, let alone tv.

 

Here, the distant hills (above) seen in the previous photo, emerge while the closer "humpies" disappear. (Humpies is a term borrowed from the lexicon/nomenclature of sexology. Though I began my undergraduate work in Geology, I eventually moved to Geography where things were more, to my way of thinking, more lyrical.)

There was still a bit of snow on the higher peaks.